I've Been There Before

The passage led to the lift. With great fear, it seemed the passage was covered by nails.

Grace silently followed Kirk.

The lift was ahead of them. Kirk stopped for a second and gestured Grace to go ahead alone as if he was a gentleman. “Please, Miss Grace.”

“You…” Grace hesitated. She was not a warm-hearted girl, but she glanced over Kirk’s icy-cold face. “Don’t you come with me?”

“President only want to meet you.”

Kirk still grabbed Ruby’s arm in his hand. She hastily shouted as the lift door was about to close, “Grace! Grace! Please help me! I know you are too kind to leave me in the hell, right?”

Kirk annoyingly shot her a glare, and turned to Grace. “Miss Grace, you owe her nothing.”

There was no need to bother his president for the bitch.

Grace said before the door closed, “I know.”

I know I don’t owe her. I want to see the man I hate not for her.

Grace didn’t want to explain anything to anyone.

When the door opened again, she took a deep breath and exhaled loudly. He noticed her deathly-pale face reflected on the wall of the lift from the corner of her eyes.

Perhaps, in others’ opinion, she only came to beg a man she knew about for another, which was not a big deal.

But, in terms of Grace, it was much more painful… than kneeling on the ground.

“President Shaw, here I am.” For some reason, the lights in the hall were out, except some dimmed lights. On the cowhide sofa near the French window sat a man, his arm languidly laid on the armrest. Between his fingers, his smoking cigarette was snapped out.

She kind of flinched.

She instinctively moved backward.

In the meantime, there came a small laugh. “Have a seat.”

“…”

pointed to

here to beg

to the sofa and

just because my order?”

he was playing

my president, and I

he heard a joke…Obey

Who?

The daughter of family

on the armrest, his posture languid, his side face handsome, his eyes unwaveringly landing on Grace’s

ticked away the seconds, Grace started

couldn’t see his expression clearly. From time to time, she looked up into his eyes, only to

anxious to stay silent with him, and she tilted her head

he can say something

I was waiting

words…It turned out that the president was waiting for

What a misunderstanding…so awkward.

know she was blushed scarlet, even her neck was painted in

from her took in her every

some reason, there’s

want to beg for

His deep voice

let

just leaves her another chance to hurt you again. How do they describe a person like you…oh…Mother Maria? How come you are such a hypocritical? Aren’t you

her head, hiding bitterness in her eyes…Perfect daughter of

know the girl you talk

his eyes and stared at her…Did she just deny

you sure you want me to release Ruby Carter, who almost

none of my business if you want to be the Mother Maria, but how much can you pay

after bellowing coldly, “Grace, you

replied hoarsely